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SugarMagnolia - > Touch of Grey -> Goodye to the Mom and Pop Store?
Goodye to the Mom and Pop Store?

There has been an interesting thread on the VicAd discussion forum concerning Wal-Mart and peoples' experiences there. While I could jump in and join the fray, venting my frustration at the long lines and sometimes less than courteous associates at the big-box stores, I have been thinking all day about the smaller stores, the mom-and-pop stores, if you will, that seem to be a vanishing breed nowadays.

Contrary to one poster's sentiment, the mom-and-pop store is NOT yet gone, but is rapidly fading in the shadow of all the mega-stores, the Johnny-come-latelys of retailing. Wal-Mart, K-Mart, Target, and others have changed the landscape of the retail world, and have left their mark on American consumerism. Left in the dust are the smaller stores, the little guys who were always there, on the town square, to do business with a smile and a "How are the wife and kids? Have a good day, now, hear?". The days of walking in an establishment (not through a sliding, electronic-eye door, mind you), hearing that bell on the door announce your arrival, and being helped by a friendly and KNOWLEDGEABLE person are going the way of the dodo.

I recall even in Houston, we had a few small neighborhood stores that offered a welcome respite from the concrete jungle surrounding them. One grocery store in particular, Stutes' on Jensen Drive, was the one we would always patronize for small grocery items and meats. Mr. Stutes, the owner, knew every customer by name and would cut and wrap his own meat daily. He would cash a check for money for the customer, serving as the local bank in a way, as well. He always had a smile and a kind word for every customer. I remember well the old cash register, the kind that seemed to "talk" when the lever was pulled, not these modern electronic contraptions that have no personality. There was one cashier in particular named May, and whenever my parents would come in with me in tow, she would let me sit up on the counter while she keyed in the price of our groceries. She was always so kind and cheerful. I wonder if kids nowadays will have memories of this sort when they get older? It seems such an impersonal world now. In addition to Stutes', there was also a corner grocery called Doyle's and a service station (when service really was FULL SERVICE) called Jone's Gas. How I miss those small stores!

There are some small mom-and-pop stores left, particularly in the small towns. There is one place I love going to in particular, Morrow's Hardware, here in Yoakum. The wooden floors appear to be the original ones from its inception, and the shelving is likely the same that has always been there. The Gin and Feed in Yoakum has been transformed to a farmer's market but still has the original architecture intact. I must confess, I don't frequent these small stores as much as I should, finding myself in Victoria half the time and stopping by Lowe's or Home Depot, because it is most convenient.

 I am reminded of an especially poignant "Wonder Years" episode where Kevin finds employment at the local hardware store, yep, the kind with the bell on the door and the wooden floors, just like Morrow's. But the lure of the burger stand in the local mall is calling to him, and he leaves the hardware store to work in a "cooler" place, the mall, where he can be around all his friends. Meanwhile, the little hardware store is dying day by day, and the old man who owns the place has nobody to pass along his knowledge and concern for good customer service to. We all know the unhappy ending of stories like these, even though the episode doesn't go into all of that. Kevin has a decent job, making even more at the burger stand than he ever could have at a local hardware store, and he seems cooler to his friends. But what of the things that have been lost? How to put a price on that? How to restore pride, care, and love of a business that has been built through generations, from the ground up? It seems that many of us are too busy nowadays to ponder these questions. Someday soon, the whole point may be moot, as we mourn the demise of the mom-and-pop store.

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posted by pilot on Jul 6, 2008 at 12:20 AM
T.M. - I'd say thanks for the memories, because you have certainly stirred some in me. Memories of a simpler time. That is what I miss, more than the dish towel or coffee cup in the box of Fab detergent. Or the Gold stamps. I just miss the innocence of having a kid swarm all over my car, checking the oil, topping off the radiator or tires., and knowing how to scrub the love bugs off the glass and snap a chamois across the windshield for a cryatal clear look at the road. You are right, the mom and pop establishments are disappearing.....BUT they still exist, and I think will for years to come, if they just obey the rule of "location". There are still a few here in old Katy, but "New" Katy(Houston west burbs) has had WalMarts drive plenty of my old favorites out of business. I basically avoid the W.M.s if at all possible, and prefer to spring for the extra price at the Midway Food Store. I like the sawdust on the floor and the fact that the Spam and the canning wax have been on the same shelf for 50 years. I like that. Mr. Meyer still lets the folks he knows run up a tab, and pay him on payday - and they do. He runs his establishment his way! You can bet that if enough Arabs move in around the WalMart, and raise a stink or threaten litigation, Wally World will put dressing rooms in the Linens and Towel department, rather than deal with the legalities.......Progress, huh?
posted by Riverboat on Jul 6, 2008 at 01:04 AM
If I need a piece of hardware, I'll go to Zarsky's. The moment I walk in the door, someone is there to ask what I need. If he (or she) doesn't know the answer, he'll look until something turns up. Something usually does. I pay a little extra, but I more than make it up with the cost of fuel and headache of looking for an employee.
posted by ErnieCash on Jul 6, 2008 at 11:35 AM

A wonderful and well written missive, Magnolia. Thanks for the memories!

I remember waiting for the school bus on cold blustery winter mornings at Tombaugh's Grocery in the little nondescript town in Missouri where I grew up. Mrs. Tombaugh, who was widowed and still running the store in her 80's even in those long gone years, would always open the store early on particularly cold or wet days so we could wait for the bus in the relative warmth of the wood-burning-stove heated cavern that was the local grocery. Tombaugh's was the only stop the school bus made in Moundville, MO since only six to ten of the 136 citizens (1960 census) were of primary education age at any given time.

And I think that's a part and parcel of why so many homegrown businesses are dwindling away. Mrs. Tombaugh knew every one of those 136 people, who all the kids belonged to, how old (give or take a year) all of them were and which one(s) could and would mow her lawn on Saturdays during the summer. And which ones rode their bikes across that lawn when they thought she wasn't looking even though she *always* was! Small towns are disappearing as well. While it was no great feat to know the names of all the people she saw and served every day for probably close to 60 years, few proprieters would likely even ever meet the 65,000 residents of Victoria let alone remember all of their names and how many rug rats they'd spawned.

But I'd still like to think that even if they don't know everyone of us by name they could still treat us as if they do - or would like to!

Ernie

posted by SugarMagnolia on Jul 6, 2008 at 07:38 PM

Pilot -dressing rooms in the linen and towels dept?!!   :D

I don't know how you come up with the things you do but please don't stop! You certainly see the world in a unique way. Yep, I miss the full-service stations as well. I find it incredible that some stores still let customers run a tab. That is a really rare thing these days. Bless that proprietor. Sometimes all it takes is a little faith in humanity and that faith is returned tenfold. What an uplifting thought.

Riverboat - I haven't been to Zarsky's. I will definitely make it a point to try them next time I am in town. I have been by Texas Hardware (I think it used to be Scott's Hardware, on Crestwood?) and they have a small-town feel with people who actually help, and a great selection. I should go by more often.

Ernie - thank you for the great memories! You are correct that just a couple decades ago, most townsfolk made it their business to know their neighbors and to keep an eye out for each other's kids. That cohesiveness has become a casualty of today's fast-paced world in many places, unfortunately. I knew growing up that I had better walk the straight and narrow, because as soon as I misbehaved, believe me, that news would make it home faster than I would, and mother would already be wise to me. At the same time, I remember riding my bike around the neighborhood, and with bell-bottoms in fashion at that time, my pants would inevitably get caught in the chain, but a neighbor would always come to my rescue. And I knew the neighbor's name, and he or she knew mine. I am not saying that the times were not getting worse in the seventies; they were, and crime was on the upswing. Our neighborhood started changing around that time, but if you stop and think, that wasn't even hardly thirty years ago, and people still seemed to watch out for one another, and offer assistance if needed. What a difference a few years makes, right?

Being in a smaller town does seem to make a difference to me; most people I meet are friendly, and somehow I have muddled through learning all these Czech and German names. I feel invested in this community, something which I didn't feel so many years ago, and I think that counts for a lot. People need only to care about the folks and the world around them. The smallest gestures make a difference sometimes, and in spite of progress, some things don't change. And shouldn't.

posted by pilot on Aug 1, 2008 at 09:55 PM
Yeah, that might have been a tacky Arab innuendo............What I miss most, is being able to drive up Fry road, where Earl had my window sizes written down. Unfortunately Earl, and that life, are a thing of the past. These days, I just call maintenance. I pray that changes someday soon..........
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